In The In Between Times...

Last weekend was the Casting Auction show at the theater that I work for. I've been working on this event, with it's myriad of problems since I came on at the theater. And there have been many, many challenges that came with that project.

For example, wrangling email addresses for the fifty cast members, two of which simply didn't have them and had to be called everytime the schedule changed. I also had to compare the proposed schedule with other demands for space in our 5 theaters. Copying scripts, getting them to cast members. Adding rehearsals. Removing rehearsals. Moving rehearsals. Collecting bios for the program. Overhauling our email system because an error in our online registration was preventing us from sending or receiving emails. The list goes on and on...

Now that that particular project is behind me, I have this strange feeling of unrest.

Like I am restlessly in the In Between Time after "An Event Has Happened" and waiting for notice when the "Next Event Will Happen". Something is coming that will require as much time and attention, but I don't know what that something is, yet.

And I feel like this unrest has bled into my personal life too.

Laundry hasn't been done.
My whole apartment requires a thorough sweep and cleaning.
I've loaded almost a thousand songs on my ipod and need to vet them, delete duplicates, make sure they're named properly and give them album artwork.
The dog needs a bath and maintenance.
I need a haircut.
The backyard is a frozen tundra spotted with uncollected, frozen dog turds.
(I know, I know, that's gross.)

There are all these projects that need to be completed and yet, when I get home, I am so tired from the long work day that I eat a small supper and then try to get to bed as quickly as possible.

It's like I am trying to condense the daytime hours into a the shortest possible periods of time, in between sleep times to get closer to the next event - whatever that may be.

I think that the solution to this problem is that I need to take this coming weekend and take care of these basic maintenance tasks. Get a haircut, begin the laundry process, drop off dry-cleaning, clean up the backyard. Do the small things that I need to do to make me feel like more of a human being. And not an automaton going from one project to the next.

I feel like I am less defined, right now, by what I am doing, but by what I am NOT doing. I think I need to get some shit done.

One step in front of the other,
Mr.B